Don't love a book by it cover- (Shy! reader x Underswap! Papyrus)

8-Ah yes, work and embarrassment don't we all hate it?

Well, Shit~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I scurried around my house that was littered with papers and empty coffee mugs, my boss thought that giving an already sleep deprived (Y/N) a last minute article to work on would be a /great/ idea (N-Nani?!? My bullshit meter broke, her sarcasm! it can't be!.....i-it's....it's....OVER NINE THOUSAND!!!)

When I finally found the page I was looking for and I let out an 'Aha!'

I scanned over it with my eyes narrowed, trying to determine if it was good enough or not.

I found it was and I searched around the house like a mad-man for the next page

"Where is it?!" I made more of a mess looking for it "I swear it was right here....." I went to my room and looked in the mess of papers that was on my bed, I found it and scrambled around for the stapler

"Goddamn it where did I put it....?" I looked to my couch and saw Moshuu messing around with it, I took it away from him and stapled my papers, I carried him football style to my room and placed him in his little bed "Stay right there" I got out of my room and got an envelope, I folded the papers neatly and placed them inside "I'm done......with pages 1 through 4, 3 more to go...." I had made a complete mess of my apartment in the past 3 hours creating ideas for the article, then throwing those ideas away for something better and not bothering to clean up after placing the papers someplace or crumbling them up and missing when I tried to throw it in the trash.

I sighed tiredly and went to make myself another cup of coffee, that would be my 6th cup today.....or was it tomorrow already?

I waited for it to brew in my handy-dandy machine.

When it was done I left it black -something I didn't usually do- so I could wake myself up with it's strong taste and finish the article.

I sighed and made my way to my room, where I pulled out my computer and hooked it up through Bluetooth to my printer, I cracked all my knuckles like the badass I am and I got to typing.

Before I could even finish the third sentence I heard a knock at the door, I got up from my seat and grabbed my coffee

It's probably those room service getting orders mixed up again......

I heard the knock again and I opened the door ever-so-slightly "I d-didn't order room service......so you can-"

I was dumb-founded to see that nobody was there

I rolled my eyes and closed the door, I took a sip of my coffee "aww, c'mon, you were supposed to say 'who's............there'...." I did a spit-take of my coffee when I saw Papyrus, I was still in only my Pusheem cat sweater with nothing underneath except my bra and black lace panties

His entire face went orange and my face was painted over in a thick crimson blush to compete with it

"u-uhhmm....." He darted his gaze away and I booked it to my room, puling down the front of my sweater to cover up everything as I went

I put on some fuzzy sleeping pants and a plain white T-shirt.

I took deep breaths and tried to calm the burning blush on my face.

Once most of it went away I opened the door with hesitation in my every movement

I saw him sitting on my couch, his face still covered in orange blush.

"S-So....." I took a very long sip of my coffee as awkward silence ensued

He cleared his non-existent throat and stood up from my couch "i was gonna' ask you to come with me to muff's place but it looks like you're doin' something so whatever" I took another extra long sip of my coffee and looked to the side at my very interesting wall "you wrote this?" I saw him looking through my rough drafts, I had the urge to throw my stapler at his head and snatch it away from him, but no matter how tempting the urge was I resisted it